War Time Writings

Retreat

Run back to base to protect yourself.
Don't tig me I'm in den and you can't get me.
It all suddenly feels real,
Bombs, shells and bullets come my way;
I duck, I dive and I run.
I run to get to den, to safety.

Retreat back to the trenches away from all the fighting
Hideaway my face as it gets frightening.
I hide and cry making sure no one can see,
I can't get shot because no one can catch me.